Chris Hardie

I keep hearing the dreaded polar vortex that brought -40 degrees and even worse to our neck of the woods two years ago may be back. Soon. Assuredly. It’s coming. Sometime. Maybe

Burns Night, a Scottish tradition celebrating the life and poetry of Robert Burns, is an evening of music with bagpipes, singing, dancing, poetry, Scottish food, and, of course, whisky.

One benefit of aging is developing a sense of perspective, realizing life is a compilation of moments. It’s the beauty of moments we remember forever.

Lately I’ve had a difficult time hearing, and I’m not referring to selective hearing, the condition that occurs in many marriages.

My resolutions for 2021 are a reflection of the turbulent reality of 2020, with the perspective of the challenge ahead. I want to be a better husband, a better father and a better person.

There’s always been a strong connection between Christmas and farm animals, thanks to the depictions of the Christ child surrounded by cattle, sheep and donkeys.

Living in Wisconsin during winter means finding a way to deal with snow — whether you shovel it, blow it or move it through mechanical means.

The annual Wisconsin gun-deer-hunting season is in the books. Although I never took a shot this season, I will forever remember it for the kind and heartwarming reaction I received from many readers.

Chris Hardie’s recent column about the Highland School in Jackson County and other one-room schoolhouses brought back memories for many readers.

My 45th hunting season this year will be sad because my hunting partner and mentor is gone. The woods will seem empty. But Dad will be there nevertheless. Because his memories and stories remain.